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Hey GM... is there any way I could get you to fill out one extra sheet for me? There's a certain Paizo blog with a nifty boon I'd like to get started on, as the Ryphorian is one of my favorite races in the Pathfinder/Starfinder setting and I wanna jump on it XP I would praise your name forever if you did this for me!
Gil seems a little crestfallen at the news, but it wasn't unexpected. He gingerly steps into the room behind Hudathan, trying to not to slip on the ice coating the floor. Just like home... he mumbles. Noticing the trash can, he remebers something the kids said about the "small thing," and silently points to it with his finger. Gingerly moving forward, he starts talking in a calm, soothing voice at the trash can, hey there, how's it going little guy? Look, we just want to talk to you a little bit, would that be ok?
Gil smiles wide when Hudathan agrees, moving to access the comm the party had been using to contact Fitch previously. Thanks, Hudi. I appreciate you putting up with my antics. When the comm is answered, Gil talks fast in an attempt to make his request before more children require stapling to one bulkhead or another, Fitch ma'am, possible aggitated xeno. Could we requisition pulsecasters to take it in alive if diplomacy is ineffective?
Hold on now, let's think about this, Gil says as the laser weaponry comes out, Maybe this thing isn't that bad, just mischievous. He pulls out his arc pistol and sets it to its lower power setting so as to make it stun rather than kill. Perhaps we should see if Fitch can send us some pulsecasters or something so maybe we can bring it in alive and calm it down somewhere safe if negotiations DO break down, he proposes, his overly large eyes making what may be a puppy-dog begging or could just be his normal stare.
Gil, having stayed back by the doorway to avoid scaring the children (or alternatively being attacked by them, had they been space goblins or the like) cautiously makes his way into the chamber. Hudathan, it's only a lie of omission, I don't think they actually did sabotage anything. He performs his now trademark kneel, trying to look as unimposing as possible despite his gangly, towering appearance. It's ok kids, you don't need to worry. Anything you can tell us about what you know would really help a lot though, so could you please just tell us what you saw?
Gil, believing the party has the routing well in hand, stands alert at the door with his arc pistol in one hand and the flashlight from his comm in the other, watching for anything that may have caused the problem in case it decides to be hostile. Under his breath he prays to Desna that it's not another feather stalker.
Gil chuckles nervously at the prospect of there being another feather stalker about, keeping his hand on his arc pistol as the party walks further into the space hulk that is The Master of Stars. It's lucky that the society at least has this ship still afloat, having missed out on the Scoured Stars, Gil muses as he walks, Desna must have smiled upon her in some way, even if it may not have looked that way at first.
Gil, crouched in an area of the room where he thinks he'll be the least intrusive, sips on his tea while he thinks things over for a bit. He snaps his overly large fingers (probably making too-loud a crack with them) as he exclaims, I bet you have some interesting stories to tell! Maybe we could get you writing about your life, under a pseudonym of course. I could put in a good word for you with my publisher! He starts standing up excitedly, an action revealed to be unwise as he smacks his head on the concrete ceiling before colapsing back down again. I also have a few retreats that I frequent, I could probably get you in contact with a couple of my poker buddies. They need some new blood in their games, he continues, rubbing his head where he undoubtedly would have a bruise later.
Gil chuckles at the comment about the suspicious Ysoki and vesk, Nah, not in this part of the galaxy. I know these ones. He pauses as AB-X1 and Hudathan chime in. He grimaces slightly at the Vesk's forwardness and tries to course correct, What my friend here means is that if you're the person we think you are, you certainly are in danger and we're willing to help. Eager to, actually, because if you're who we think you are you have some pretty amazing talents that we could use, he continues, trying to butter the man up a bit so he'll be willing to listen. He pulls up the hologram from his new implant, showing him to be a member of the Starfinder Society, As you can see, we're an organization that's trying to recruit new, talented minds into our fold, and if what we've heard about the person we're looking for is true, we think that person and the information they recently acquired would fit the bill quite nicely. So what do you say?
Suppose I can try, yeah, Gil says as he rolls his shoulders and tries to set himself in a non-threatening a bearing as possible. Wandering up to the man tending the tomato plants, he raises a hand in greeting and announces himself with a, hey there! Could I talk to you real quick? at a point that he hopes is far enough away that it doesn't seem like he's sneaking up on him.
Gil turns his hand and deposits the serum back into the android's hand with a smile. I appreciate the offer, but I'm not hurting for credits at the moment. I'll pick one up at the mall or a clinic on the way. Rest assured though, I'm going to try making sure you survive your first day as a Starfinder anyway. After all, we've already almost had one death in the family, we don't need another, he says with a wink, the color (such as it is) already returning to his face from his short rest.
Gil coughs heavily as the serum takes effect, gratefully accepting the help to at least into a sitting position. Yes, those feathers were... something else, he agrees, feeling his side where the beast first smashed his ribs, I much prefer the ones at... never mind. Would you mind if I caught my breath here for a bit before we leave? he asks, already laying back onto the floor and raggedly breathing, I've had a bit of a traumatic experience, you see. There were feathers, androids, a vesk, and a daring rescue involved. Very trying.
Ia! Gil shouts in pain from the assault of the feather stalker and holding his side where the creature smacked him, I'm hurt bad! Panicking as he realizes he doesn't have a lot of places to go, he does his best to to guard himself as he jumps onto the crate behind him and the cylinder beside that to get some distance on the beast.
Gil takes out his pistols with a flourish, lightly twirling them on this fingers before readying them properly as he looks around the warehouse at his heightened vantage. I get a sinking feeling that it may come from the pit over there, so I'd keep a wide berth. I'll try and stay out of your way, being the most obtrusive here, he informs the party while moving to one of the larger cylinders.
I'm sure Hisroria will, Gil assures the shirren, stopping short of patting them on the shoulder. We'll also take care of your creature problem for you. I've seen my fair share of odd beasts, this one should be no trouble, he states with the utmost confidence in his abilities and the abilities of his fellow Starfinders. Shall we go while the night is still young?
Oh, I agree, Gil replies to the android, maintaining his full hight in the presence of Guidance, meeting more of the heads of state, as it were, is definitely better than meeting only two. If only so I know how to characterize them,[b] he adds with a chuckle at his own joke, [b]but in all seriousness, more connections made is always better.
Gil struggles to pinch a swab momentarily before finally managing to retrieve one and gingerly swab his cheek. He sighs with satisfaction as he places it in the receptacle and then puts his hand on the panel without a second thought. Yeah, I'm fine with wherever the group wants to go. Though Fitch's mission statement speaks to me, so I'd be greatful if we could visit them at some point. If there's time, that is. He then bows deeply to the hologram of Guidance and states, Thank you very much for this opportunity. I hope that this cooperation will be long and fruitful for the both of us.
Still kneeling, the man shrugs and says, I don't know. Probably not yet, I don't think they'd send some nearly-graduates to be the first face a new species sees, he grins, showing a his set of pearly white teeth, but it'd be exciting, wouldn't it? My readers would simply love it! I could see it now: Close Encounters of the... He goes off rambling for a bit, embelishing on what may have happened in this hypothetical scenario had he been called to broker peace with a new alien speices. They had tentacles, of course.
Standing out like a gray elephant in the room, Gil is a spindly, gray humanoid standing about thirteen and a half feet tall with a bald head and eyes just a bit to big for his head. He wears a faded red jacket, grey pants that appear to have seen their fair share of action, and a pair of small arms on his left hip (appearing to be an antique slug thrower with a revolving cylinder and an arc pistol modified to have a similar look. When he notices people introducing themselves, he kneels down onto the deck of the station to hear his companions better. He nods and offers his hand as it gets around to him, Gil Hthaa Ynn, of the creche worlds in the Diaspora, planetary exploration and first contact specialist. Well.. he rubs the back of his neck as if embarrassed at the last part, I'm not certified yet on that last part, but I'm finishing up my last term on Castrovel next month. Pleased to meet you all!
What I do is enter it in the Class stat line, spoilering it so that it doesn't take up a lot of space. Some people use the gender line, some people use race, and some people (like Rigs) choose not to spoiler it. It's just personal preference as to where and how, but those are the ones that will make it show up under your alias.
Ah yes, I suppose information is important. Shows me for trying to post in a 5 minute stop at McDonald's:-P Player Name: Dartanian
Gil fancies himself a frontier explorer and first contact specialist (though he's still taking classes for that last one), having the skills to explore on a planet (Physical Science and Survival), firearm training, and some minor skills in persuasion. On a ship, he's mostly relegated to gunner of some description or a mediocre captain. Pleasure to be aboard! I will have relevant chronicles posted and linked on the character sheet as soon as I am back from my road trip to Arkansas (current ETA is 10pm GMT-5)
Hey there! Profile isn't set up with the important details in the race/gender line, but his stats are on his profile and I'll get the rest set when I wake up in the morning, and if there is still room for me :-P EDIT: Or I'll get too excited and add it in anyway >_> Note About the Character: His race is Sarcesian, which I have a boon for that I got by being a Tier 1 GM at GenCon. If you're uncomfortable with that, I have two other characters that I can play instead that are a human mechanic and a ysoki technomancer. Let me know either way :-)
A spindly Sarcesian male wearing a faded red jacket, grey pants, and standing about 13 and a half feet tall ducks in through the doors of the station and makes his way directly to The Wall. He puls out his datapad and makes like he's going to sign up for a few missions, before his shoulders slup and he gives a massive sigh when he sees they're all filled up. Maybe if I wait here I'll catch it before too many other people do... he mumbles while he looks for a larger seat in the cantina facing the message board. |
